The Weather Machines - The Sound Of Pseudoscience LP

Tracks

 * 01 - Modern Text On Love
 * 02 - Fade Out Classic
 * 03 - Northern Lights
 * 04 - Alone In Shiki
 * 05 - The Latest In Company Brides
 * 06 - Old School vs. Liberty Girls
 * 07 - Mission: Satellite!
 * 08 - Stains Of Saints
 * 09 - Me Too Iguana
 * 10 - Last Stop
 * 11 - 32,000' Above Suck City
 * 12 - New Rules Of Conversation

Lyrics
The traps, the tricks, the schemes you read in all your books and magazines: You should've put them right back up on the shelf 'Cause you can't take them all for yourself. You thought that you could write the modern text on love. The calculus of crime: You studied all the lies between the lines, but never learned that truth has time its side. 'Cause your kind of truth, it doesn't sell. So who are you to write the modern text on love? I'd say it's time you find another pastime. You'll never get it right alone. You're smart enough to know. So you can take my heart and I'll take apart the mess you wrote. They've hurt your pride, I know. It's only natural. But two can turn the tide by tearing up your modern text on love.
 * 1. Modern Text On Love

You weren't supposed to finish what you started. It never hurts to come around. You'll be the champion of the broken hearted until they run you out of town. Get out, get packed, - you don't have to wait - it's not the easiest thing to do. This time your crime was to calculate, 'cause when it comes to me and you, we don't add up! Girl, your love is fading fast. We always said it wouldn't last. You weren't supposed to leave me so outsmarted, I'm just too easily amused. You're still the champion of the broken hearted, but I'm the one who feels abused. Get out get on with the give and take: you never get what you deserve. This bump and grind, it's not hard to fake. I always said you had a nerve, so prove me wrong.
 * 2. Fade Out Classic

Stop killing your heart. It's only been a year since you put Xs on your eyes and left to learn your price. Stop losing your touch. Stop weathering years 'til you get censored by the cold nerves that numbed your skull. Stop showing your scars. It's never been clear who got the worst from what you've sown, from years you walked alone. Stop killing your time. Stop measuring years with all the words you can't control from lips that left you cold, all told. Northern lights stay low. Come back your daylight luck just won't last through another lonely winter. Northern lights stay low. Come back, your daytime touch just won't last through another lonely winter.
 *  3. Northern Lights

They came from somewhere with the look like the service treats them well. They put their evil eye to work 'cause they thought you couldn't tell, but some there's savvy to your simple fool. And their benevolence can be so cruel. You heard their voices in reverse so you got some things confused you couldn't separate the facts from the things they said were true, so now you're stuck between the dead and dying. And that's the trouble with just killing time. You turned the tables on their work, but the clock was overdue. They 're gonna hit you where it hurts but you don't know what to do because the sucker-punch is still implied, and that's a comfort that you couldn't find. The risk of running out of luck is the fortune-tellers' blues. They tried to tear you from your fate, but they never had a clue was it your culture that couldn't buy? Or is their fortune in just killing time? Don't tell me that they're doing it to save your life. Don't sell them what they're due until they treat you right. You put the pieces all together, to watch them come unglued. The temperamental taste of the occidental palate led the forces of their finance to force it in your face. They never stopped to wonder if your pride was still at stake. There's no telling what you do to get to sleep at night. They're too jealous of your decency to be polite.
 * 4. Alone In Shiki

There’s a mystery to this handsome disguise, and a history that you’ve tried to deny. There’s a secret that you don’t understand in the features of your company man. Was his sweetness just a jab that he brought for the knockdown on his way to the top? Was it heartless leaving sex on the line? Or just good use of his company time? You know he says – he’s got the right kind of face for whatever they want, so he knows the right time to say that he’s got to get out. Looking back on a fortune in favors it’s no surprise that he’s back on the block for the latest in company brides. You know he says – he’s got the right kind of face for whatever they want, so he knows the right time to say that he’s got to get out. Looking back on a lifetime of labor it’s no surprise that he’s back on the block for the latest in company brides.
 * 5. The Latest In Company Brides

There's a mission on my mind. There's a midnight launch tonight. There's a target in my sights. There's a 5, 4, 3, 2, Countdown! Who'll be the first to fall tonight? Who'll be my mission satellite? My orbit's drifting out of sight! My gravity can't be denied! There's a system failure light! There's a mission override! There's a rough re-entry ride! There's a 5,4,3,2, Splashdown!
 * 7. Mission: Satellite!

Time's all been figured out, and you've left absolved of doubt. But I'll be the first to curse your halo, and I'll be the last to turn the tables. Last stop: mercy for your crutch. A backward consequence of touch. I'll be the poison on your arrow, but I'll be the last to know you care. I'll be the washed across your shallows, and I'll be marched across your gallows, and I'll be cursed in all the fables, but I'll be the last to turn the tables.
 * 8. Stains Of Saints

You're only the best when you can count on the stars. So right for the part that you forget who you are. Every time they cool off you catch a chill of the nerve! Every time they warm up your temper starts to burn! Why don't you confess? You're falling apart! Why don't you confess? We all know what you are! Their fevers and fits have left you weak in the knees. What are you to do when you don't know what you please? Every time they get caught you leave your tail at the scene; every time they run off you're left to take the fall. You got a lot in your head,but no room in your heart! Time's come to confess, you're falling apart!
 * 9. Me Too Iguana

I got one chance left to put the wrong things right. So I can't just rest behind these long state lines. To get the devil's hands beat before they catch my soul I'll get a few miles' lead on the wrong train home. I never get no peace because I don't play nice. I never cut my teeth because my bark don't bite. It takes a little more track to break the strong man's bones. And so I'll get right back on the wrong train home. I couldn't get no sleep on the northwest line. I couldn't get that beat off my one-track mind. So call the rhythm police and let 'em search my soul. I'm just a three-chord thief on the wrong train home.
 * 10. Last Stop

My eyes are terrorized by city lights below. My mind's too paralyzed to think the things I know. Two hours and I can't help feeling that I'm just about a third-class jerk. 32,000 feet above suck city, tell me - what's the point of these young turks? I lack the vision that controls the things I see. I lost ambition to my thinking man's disease. Is it so hard to interrupt that cheap routine? Is it uncivilized to split this fractured scene? Two hours on an A320 and it's just about to get much worse. 32,000 feet above suck city, tell - what's the chance we're in reverse? 'Cause we're two hours from a drop-dead feeling like we're past the point of no return. 32,000 feet above suck city, 'till there's nothing left but crash and burn.
 * 11. 32,000' Above Suck City

Don't you get along with others? An epithet that killed your brother, 'cause the new rules of conversation can't hold your tongue. All the time, you thought it senseless; You had to mend your own defenses, because the new rules of conversation don't suit your style. You moved your lips and got off easy with promises you thought of keeping, but the new rules of conversation can't cross your heart. You tried to stick with good intentions, invented ways to circumvent them, and the new rules of conversation can't outsmart your mouth…
 * 12. New Rules Of Conversation